His little Jiujiu, take it away

"Students, let's start physical testing today," the male teacher held a blue folder in his hand, shyed his big belly, and his voice was loud.

As soon as these words came out, the whole class instantly slapped "yes, um, ah," full of dissatisfaction.

The teacher ignored them and directly ordered the Sports Committee: "You can take everyone to run two laps first, and then do two sets of stretching exercises."

"Okay, turn right and walk in one step—"

The team went on the runway dejectedly, and with the Sports Committee's "Running" sound, the sound of "dao" footsteps suddenly echoed on the playground.

Not very neat, it sounds listless.

"Come on, keep up, run—"

Fu Xi seemed to be shocked by an electric shock. Why is this sound so familiar?

She couldn't help but turn around, but because there were people behind her, blocking her view, she couldn't see the sound of the master.

After only two laps, I felt exhausted. After doing stretching exercises, I moved my body thoroughly and got on the 50-meter track first.

Fu Xi is not worried. Sprinting is her strength. In junior high school, she often won gold medals for their class.

The whistle sounded, and the blue figure rushed out and crossed his sight.

"Hey, hey!——"

The head was knocked suddenly, Mu Qingshen woke up and turned around and the face of the Penguin teacher crashed into his pupils.

Oh, this teacher is bigger and silly than that teacher, and he looks cute and sways when walking. In just a short time, the students have given him the title of "Penguin".

"Stupid brat, what are you looking at? I didn't respond after calling you for a long time."

Teacher Penguin knocked him again, Mu Qing rubbed the place he had knocked, and giggled foolishly.

Teacher Penguin looked in the direction he had just looked at, and suddenly realized, "Oh~ Look at the girl? Stop looking at it, it's not yours. Just take it and lead everyone onto the track."

“Wait—”

Teacher Penguin laughed, hey, this brat is pretty good at acting good.

Every time I run first, I take off my helmet and receive the baptism of flash lights. Mu Shen, who is popular among the crowd, is unattainable. But since I met the real person, the students from Class 3 of Industrial Design realized that this is a chatterbox, a funny guy, a chatterbox + funny guy.

I remember that in the first class meeting, the class leader was selected, and the class shouted: "Shen Mu!"

Select the student committee member, "Mush!"

Sports Selection Committee, "Mush!"

...

Mu Qingshen: “…”

Silence him directly.

He must not be able to hold so many positions by himself, but Mu Qingshen didn't want to hold two or three positions alone, so he chose to be a self-employed committee member at will.

The children were assigned to the first group. The Mu Sports Commission here was originally running in the last group. As the Sports Commission, he usually pressed the timer first. As the Sports Commission, he looked sideways and discussed with the teacher to change it. The timer was given to the teacher, and he was the first to bear the brunt.

"Xiao Xi Xiao Xi, you have to wait for me, let's run with you..." It was the girl that day again, Mo Yan.

"Okay, you have to wait for me too..."

We started running, and everyone was not fast, especially the more than fifty people in Fu Xi’s class, and more than thirty people were girls, most of them were gathered together.

On the other hand, the boys were different. With a whistle, they scattered out of the wild horses that had broken free from the stagnant. Some were fast and some were slow, and the fast and the slow could be half a circle separated.

Well, there are all big men in the class who can take off their clothes and bare shirtless, pure, and there is no fake one.

The afternoon sun shrouded the earth. On the long runway, the young man moved forward in the light, gradually standing shoulder to shoulder with her, and shouted softly: "Little boy?"

Fu Xizheng was panting and tired, and could become dizzy in the next second. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him, and his eyes were tilted, and he met his gaze.

Fu Xi was stunned for two seconds, and for some reason, her heart thumped.

This is the sequelae of loosening.

His peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness, crushing his eyes, "Little boy, is your brother good-looking?"

Fu Xi's face turned red, she was running and running. This was a normal reaction. She pushed him away, "Get up!"

It's really annoying.

Mu Qingshen smiled unrestrainedly and walked up again. She pushed him away, and he walked up again...

Mo Yan silently avoided, left alone silently, and distanced himself from Fu Xi.

"Damn it, look, what is Mu Shen doing?"

"Is it so blatant to me?"

"Don't say, that little sister is so beautiful. Is it his girlfriend?"

"Who knows."

“Follow up and take a look…”

The boys in the industrial design class got together after they were on their butts.

This made such a wonder. The boys in the industrial design class followed the girls in the jewelry design department closely. From a distance, they looked like the girls dragged countless tails behind them, and men and women gathered together, mixing together.

The two of them were speechless. Mu Qingshen accompanied her and ran quietly. Fu Xi stared at him secretly and then glared at him. He remembered the pack of toothpicks, she took it out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"Hey, give it back to you..."

Before I finished speaking, the remaining half of the sentence "Thank you" was so embarrassed to say it.

Mu Qing felt her awkwardness, and her eyes were even more lit. "No need, you can use it, so as not to plug it again next time, and I will ask my brother to sting."

"You-" Fu Xi wanted to hit him, but his hands stretched out, but stopped.

With a heavy "hum", she accelerated her pace and ran away.

Mu Qingshen smiled and looked at her figure, following five steps away slowly.

Speaking of which, the toothpick was given to him by the canteen aunt when he was making meals that day, and he couldn't understand why the aunt gave him a pack of toothpicks.

Ning Ran, sitting in the classroom, looked out the window, feeling depressed. She was from Class 1 and Mu Qingshen from Class 3. They rarely see them. There are only large classes, and there are only two classes a week in the big classroom.

"Hey, what are you doing when you look at the Sports Committee?"

The Penguin teacher was holding his waist, "three circles left and three circles right, twisting his neck and butt", and the student beside him raised his jaw to the other end of the track and said.

Hum? The Penguin teacher narrowed his eyes. When the brat approached, he cursed: "You brat, you are so blinded by beauty. Run away! Run! You want to take it down. Don't do this sports committee anymore. Is it embarrassing to throw it away?!"

On the other side, another physical education teacher was also excited and irritable, shouting at Fu Xi: "Only half a circle left, run hard, and throw the boy behind him far away!"

Half a circle?...

Fu Xi is about to die. She has been running for so long, why is there still half a circle?

The four hundred meters of the runway, looking at it, I was sad.

Half a circle is even more worried, and I am so impatient that I want to finish the run, but I often can't reach the end.

In that moment, Fu Xi's legs became weak and she fell down slowly...

"Hello--"

She felt herself pouring into a hug, and cedar...

"Kid, wake up the kid?"

The man patted her on the cheek, but she didn't respond. The man picked her up and ran to the school hospital amidst the sound of cheering.

"Hey, little brat, what does it have to do with other people's class girls?! Come back!—"

Teacher Penguin took off his shoe board and threw it out.

The audience burst into hilariousness.
Chapter completed!